570: Chapter 570 The Final Battle Begins!

Rajesh Singh Delrosia stopped dancing, his sharp eyes fixed on Xiang Yu.

Xiang Yu's expression was solemn; he knew the final battle was about to begin.

The wild wind howled beneath the city gate, whipping up dust that filled the sky and swept across the faces of Xiang Yu, who held a patta sword, and Rajesh Singh Delrosia, who held a battle-axe.

Standing like two towering peaks in this dust-laden battlefield, they faced off in an atmosphere so tense it felt like a bowstring about to snap at any second.

"Hah!"

A thunderous shout erupted from Xiang Yu's chest, sounding like a sudden clap of thunder that made the surrounding dust tremble.

A chilling light burst forth from his double pupils.

"Kill!"

Before his voice had even faded, the patta sword in his hand had already spun a series of dazzling sword flowers, its blade shimmering with a cold light.

Simultaneously, his figure surged forward like a bolt of black lightning toward Rajesh Singh Delrosia.

With every step he took, he left a shallow footprint on the ground.

Each step was a gathering of strength.

Upon reaching Rajesh Singh Delrosia, he unleashed a tempestuous assault.

His moves were broad and powerful, fully displaying the Overlord's unparalleled and heroic style.

In his hands, the patta sword seemed to possess a soul; carrying a fierce sword qi, it lunged like a ferocious flood dragon straight for his opponent's throat.

Rajesh Singh Delrosia was not to be outdone; his muscular hands gripped his battle-axe tightly as he stomped hard on the ground. With a "boom," he used the counterforce to launch a counter-charge at Xiang Yu.

"What gall!"

Seeing that Rajesh Singh Delrosia not only refused to surrender but dared to attack, Xiang Yu was instantly enraged.

He gripped the patta sword and slashed at Rajesh Singh Delrosia with all his might.

Facing Xiang Yu's menacing and fatal blow, his eyes narrowed sharply. He dodged to the side like a nimble monkey, narrowly avoiding the fierce strike by a hair's breadth as the wind from the blade whistled past his clothes.

Immediately after, using the momentum of his turn, he swung his battle-axe. A cold glint, like black lightning, tore through the dust and hacked toward Xiang Yu's waist. This strike carried immense power; wherever the axe passed, the air seemed to be sliced by a sharp blade, emitting a piercing whistle. If hit, Xiang Yu would surely be gravely injured.

Xiang Yu keenly sensed the fierce wind approaching his waist. Reacting with incredible speed, he twisted his body at an inconceivable angle, his agile form seeming to merge with the wind.

At the same time, drawing on the immense power of his turn, the patta sword in his hand traced a beautiful yet lethal arc, hacking down from above toward the top of Rajesh Singh Delrosia's head like the weight of Mount Tai.

This strike was as fast as a meteor chasing the moon, and its power was so astonishing that even the surrounding air could not withstand it, emitting a "hissing" sound as if yielding to this terrifying force.

Seeing this, Rajesh Singh Delrosia was inwardly alarmed and quickly held his battle-axe horizontally, blocking firmly above his head.

With a loud "clang," like a great bell ringing in the ears, sparks flew as their weapons collided, erupting with a powerful shockwave.